Fryeburg Academy - Academy Bell Yearbook (Fryeburg, ME)

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LITERARY GETTING AHEAD OF FATHER. Well, Son, said Mr. Jackson to Bob, you have finished high school and I intend to send you to the college which I attended. Bob removed a cigarette from his mouth and asked several questions con- cerning his father's college. When you go, continued Mr. Jack- son, I desire very much that you do yourself credit. You will not be able to look up my record at college until you are graduated for I shall have the records kept under cover. If you gradu- ate with a grade of scholarship sufficient- ly higher than mine. I have five thousand dollars with which to help you to estab- lish yourself in some business. So when you go, work in order that you may earn my gift, and it is yours. In due time Bob was sent to college and at once he began to work with great in- terest. In his freshman year he was one of the best men on the track team. He also made the football team and was elected captain in his third year. In his third year, honor after honor was piled upon him but still he was not satisfied. He was afraid he was not keeping up with his father's record. In his last year he worked harder than ever but was still afraid that the five thousand dollars would slip through his hands. At last the time for graduation came and Bob was graduated with the highest honors. The day on which Bob arrived at home, his father sent for his own record. The day was full of suspense for Bob. It seemed as if the record of his father would never arrive. At last, however, it came and Bob with his father went into the library to talk things over. The letter was opened and the contents were as follows: We regret to say that the record is incomplete but we have, on file, the card which states that Mr. Jack- son, of whom you write, was expelled after the first term on account of failure in several studies. ' What can this mean P asked Bob. It means what it says, Bob, said his father. It was rather unfair to make you work so hard to beat a record I never made but, Son, do you regret your Work ? I sure don't, said Bob. Here's your five thousand, said his father. IVIYRON K1MBA1.L, '20, GRANDMOTH ER'S FIRST BEAU. One day when it was raining and I could not go to school, Grandmother told me the story of her first beau. She was seventeen years old when judge Williams came to make her a call for the first time. She was dressed in the clothes of civil war times, which were very quaint and old fashioned. She was sitting in the sun parlor when Tom, the butler, announced that Judge Williams was in the library. She hastily jumped up and taking a hurried glance in the mirror, entered the library where she found judge Williams looking out of the window. He only stayed a little while, but before going he invited Grandmother to go horse-back riding with him the next morning. The next morning they started early out across the country roads. They were very silent all the way, but when they came to the bridge which spanned the river, they dismounted to look at the view. Thinking that the view would be better down on the rocks, they descended to the shore below. The walking was rather difficult so the Judge took Grand- mother's hand to help her along. When

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THE ACADEMY BELL 7 today, must be done with the expectation that its results will not be accomplished for some timeg but, if every effort made is with some definite purpose, some well- matured part of the whole plan, the day of the full accomplishment will be nearer. Much valuable time has been lost by not having a definite plan and policy for the future. There is no need of further delay. Trustees and students: graduates and friends can unite on an ideal vision , and work to secure its realization. Co- operation is absolutely necessary, but the rallying must be around standards, and not around mere cries and slogans, valuable as they are. No building in the suggested scheme of increase can be se- cured for less than S50,000. and most of them will exceed that ligure. Which one will be attempted first, and what means will be taken to provide for its up-keep? Some one of these will become actual sometime, but it should be the one most needed. The Vision gives Life. Withotit it is Death. JOHN S. BARRows, T84. The Academy students have had many opportunities offered to them this year by Miss Anna Barrows, a teacher of domes- tic science at Teacher's College, Columbia University, New York. Miss Barrows has a world wide repu- tation in her department. She has travelled in nearly every state of the Union lecturing on food subjects. Dur- ing war time she did a great deal of work in the food line. During the fall term of this year the girls of the Alumni House received cook- ing lessons at Miss Barrows' home. At the close of the series of lessons the girls assisted in preparing the Harvest Supper under Miss Barrows' instructions. During the spring term Miss Barrows gave a series of six lectures and demon- strations at the Alumni House from 3 to 5 P. M. The following schedule was used: Thursday, April 29.-Subject, Meth- ods of Cooking. Thursday, May G.-Subject, Breakfast Dishes. - Thursday, May 13.-Subject, Dinner Dishes. Thursday, May 20.-Subject, Supper Dishes. Thursday, May 27.-Subject, Food for the Day. Thursday, June 3.-Subject, 'After- noon Tea. These lectures were open to the public. Everyone has appreciated Miss Bar- rows, work and we, as students' of 'Frye- burg Academy, give her our heartiest thanks. MAY CHARLES, 521.

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THE ACADEMY BELL 9 they reached the shore he still kept it. Grandmother told me that this made her very angry, so she bade him good-bye and told him never to come near her again. Then she climbed up the rocks above, mounted her horse and disappeared. But Grandmother's name has always been Williams since I have known her, so I think perhaps that she forgave the Judge. Then there is a portrait of a very handsome young man in Grand- mother's parlor, which is always referred to by callers as the Judge, but it looks very much like grandfather, too. MARGARET Davis, '23. O YOU CUPID! Mary Burton sat on the back doorsteps with a pan in her lap. She was peeling something. Suddenly two large tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed into the pan. Then another and another. Oh, dear, said Mary, and she set the pan down at her side, slamming the cover on at the same time. She then buried her tear-wet face in her big blue apron. A few moments before, Bob Williams, angry with all girls in general and one in particular, decided to forget his troubles and get his friend Bill Bates to go fishing with him. It never entered his head that he would have to pass Mary's house in order to reach Bill's and he was nearly opposite before he realized where he was. At first, he thought he would go back but that looked too much like running away to suit him. Well, I won't look in that direction anyway, said Bob. Some girls give me a pain. She'll have to be the first to say she's sorry, thatis certain. The idea of giving back my ring. So with eyes straight ahead, Bob started on again. He had passed the hedge which ran along the front of the house and was opposite the kitchen door when a tame crow belonging to Mary's small brother liew down from the tall maple to the board of the rope swing and said, Caw, Caw, in very decided tones. Bob forgot himself and looked around, but he didn't see the crow, no, indeed. The first thing that met his sight was Mary, with her face buried in her apron, crying. Bob hesitated. If she is crying about me, it is the same as saying she is sorry-but if she isn't crying about me-well, what else could she be crying about this bright sunny morning P he asked himself. So with resolute stride Bob started for the doorstep. He sat down beside Mary and said. Oh, Mary, don't cry any more. I was a brute last night but I didn't mean a word of what I said, really. Mary's head came up from her apron and her eyes were wide with surprise. Then it dawned upon her that Bob thought she was crying about him. Down went her head again and her shoulders shook fwith laughter it would have seemed to an ordinary observerj but the agitated Bob thought she was crying harder than ever. He was at loss to know what to do. At last he begged- 'fMary, I know I shouldn't expect it, but if you only will forgive me this time, I will never be such a brute again. Can't you forgive me, Mary ? After a time, Mary succeeded in con- trolling her sobs C?j enough to raise her head and answer. Yes, Bob, I forgive you. And the penitent Bob again slipped the ring on Mary's linger. A little later, Bob. noticing for the first time the pan with the paring knife on the cover said to Mary- 0h, you've been peeling apples. May I have one? Mary's face turned pale. Er-yes,-er-that is, I mean No, she stammered. Pob's eyes were round. Could he have heard aright? Mary had refused him an apple and they had just made up, too. It was incredible! Why, Mary ! was all he could say.